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one Once inside the room, Miss Alexa closed the door. Not Alexa. I had to think of her with the title from now on. I didn't want to open my mouth and offend these women by not addressing them properly. This was something I'd been curious about for years, but I'd never had the guts to email or call......I guess Flo had me covered on that. "Put your bags down," Mistress Rhiana told me. I did as instructed. "I-I've never done this. What do I do, Mistress Rhiana?" I asked, amazed at what might happen. Scared, too. Should I make my excuses and leave? Would they even let me go? I started to withdraw. "Anything we tell you," Mistress Rhiana informed me. "Let's start with the basics just so I know you can follow simple instructions. Take off your clothes. Let me see how much of a girl you are. I must say, I'm quite disappointed with these male clothes. Do you have a surprise for me underneath them, at least?" I wanted to please her, but I couldn't move. "The windows," I said, gesturing. The room was large, probably a suite on the corner. Two walls of expansive glass. Office buildings on both sides. I could see in them. Men and women in cubicles keeping busy. But if one was to stop, glance out.....Tell his friends. How many people would be watching me undress? Mistress Rhiana and Miss Alexa shared a glance. "It looks like we have an exhibitionist," Miss Alexa smiled. "Do you like to be seen, Kirsten?" Mistress Rhiana asked me. "No, Mistress. I meant-" "To the window then," I was told. Something in her voice, seductive and commanding. I better do as she said and not get on her bad side. I moved to the picture windows. "Nice and central so both sides might see," Mistress Rhiana smiled. I positioned myself as instructed, facing into the room. Miss Alexa went into my handbag and came out with my cell and- "Look," she said, holding up a panty-liner. "You said she enjoyed a period, but I didn't think --- Kirsten, are you on?" I looked down, so ashamed. These two women were so attractive.....and so very powerful. It was everything I had imagined, pre-cum starting to leak onto my panty-liner, and it was only just beginning. What else would they be doing to me? "Let's find out," Mistress Rhiana said. "Kirsten, why are you still dressed? Should we move this to a more public venue?" "No, no," I said, quickly removing my top, revealing the peach bra. Mistress Rhiana breathed deeply. "Very nice," she said. "Nice little tits, by the look of it. I guess we'll see them in a minute." I realised Miss Alexa had started to film me on my cell, as she would throughout the day. Sometimes discreetly; sometimes I would notice her. Another video, no doubt. 'Birthday Girl 2'. I tried to turn away. That had me looking out to the office blocks. It looked like nobody had seen yet. I looked back into the room. "Now the jeans and sneakers," Mistress Rhiana told me. "Yes, Mistress Rhiana," I said, and slowly took my sneakers and jeans off. "Wow," Mistress Rhiana said, admiring my lingerie. I didn't know where to put my hands. At first over my bra and breasts which summoned a giggle from them both; then my penis, tucked away and starting to leak cum. Thank God I was wearing a panty-liner so they couldn't- "She is on," Miss Alexa said. "Look. You can see the wings around her panties." Mistress Rhiana approached me. I started to dither. Her finger delicately traced along the soft, peach satin of the panties. God, don't cum, I thought. Not now, with her hand so close. I was starting to panic. "Doesn't appear to be anything here." Mistress Rhiana smiled at me, standing back. "Now, the suspender belt and stockings. You do have good taste." She placed a hand on my smooth legs. "Thank you, Mistress," I said, and as gracefully as I could with my fumbling fingers removed the lacy belt and stockings. Her hand moved up my legs and again I did my best to contain myself. My penis was twitching crazily. She had to see it. But it was buried in the panty-liner, nestled in the wet mess against my sack, tucked away between my legs. Just don't go nuclear, I told myself, as her hand traced over the panties again. Then onto my chest, and down my arms. "Do you shave all over?" she asked. I nodded, words not forming. "Very smooth. Very sensual," she said slowly, each syllable a seduction by itself. "Moisturise? Body lotion?" I nodded. "Good girl," she whispered softly. More cum leaked out. It was getting messier. At least it was nearly over. They wouldn't have me take my panties off. "Looks like we have a couple of voyeurs," Miss Alexa said, gesturing out the windows. I turned, horrified that I was being watched and jeered at from across the street. "Now the bra," Mistress Rhiana said, making a turning gesture with her finger. "For our friends across the street." I didn't move. "Remember, Kirsten, I can be your best friend or your worst tormentor. It's all a game to me and I'll play the roles as I see fit. But your a new guest in my world. I'm not sure you'd like my bite," she said quietly. I turned and I knew she was finding her way with me, learning how best to coerce me. The men waved to their colleagues and a few of their friends joined them. I continued to cum, still not reaching orgasm, into the panty- liner. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. "Professional girl," Miss Alexa noted. "Well done." The little compliment made me happy as I made sure to catch my inserts in the cups. "Play with your breasts a little," Mistress Rhiana said. "Give the closet homosexuals something to masturbate about tonight." I held my small breasts. Massaged them. Watched as my observers nudged each other and pointed. "Let me see," Mistress Rhiana instructed. I turned, glad the voyeurs could no longer see my face. "Hands at your side." I did as I was told. "Nice tits," Mistress Rhiana told me. "Small and pert." I smiled at the compliment. "Now your panties," she said. "But I'm undressed," I told her. "I'm nearly naked." She considered me, tilting her head slightly. "Poor Kirsten, not even realising that every time she disrespects me I'm thinking of more and more ways to have fun at her expense." I was confused for a second. "Mistress," I suddenly blurted. "Mistress Rhiana. Please. I'm undressed." "Remove your panties, Kirsten," Miss Alexa advised me. "It's for the best." "But you can see what I'm wearing. And it's......" I dropped me head. Couldn't make eye contact. "Mistress, it's....it's small." "Kirsten, you think I don't know what's down there?" Mistress Rhianna said softly. A tear slipped slowly down my cheek. "Okay," I nodded. I pulled my panties down without thinking, and stepped out of them. She approached me and I didn't know what to do except wilt before her. My penis was flacid and nestled on top of my sack. In it's sodden state it was not even an inch big. She lifted it out of the mess with a finger and thumb. "You really are on, aren't you, Kirsten?" she said. "Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry about the mess." I was terrified about what she would do. Or say. "Please..." I whispered, and didn't even know what I was begging for. I closed my eyes. "You shouldn't be too embarrassed. Yes, you have a tiny, tiny dick-" "Look. She's getting excited," Miss Alexa said. I kept my eyes closed. I could feel her rub gently with her fingertips. "How did a girl ever give you a handjob?" she asked. "I-it's-it's pretty big when erect," I lied. Mistress Rhiana giggled. "My finger and thumb are a mess because of her period." She continued rubbing; a little more momentum, a little more pressure. I was getting hard. So big. I was massive. "Can you do this? I thought you didn't perform sexually for clients," I said. "Something little like this isn't too worry about," she told me. "Besides, you have something I need." I misunderstood. Stood a little taller. "She's actually proud of that," Miss Alexa laughed. "Maybe now she'll realise what a girl she is." "Open your eyes, Kirsten," Mistress Rhiana told me. For once I didn't need to be told twice. This was my moment. Now Mistress Rhiana would realise how much of a man I was. I opened my eyes. My smile froze. My erection, so big in my mind, didn't even fill her palm. Her small, woman's palm. She closed her grip and it was lost in her hand. "Close your eyes," I was told. I was grateful. It held back the tears that had sprung into my eyes. "Miss Alexa," Mistress Rhiana prompted, and I wondered what was about to happen when- I couldn't think anymore. Mistress Rhiana suddenly squeezed her finger and thumb together, finding the perfect spot, and my orgasm that had been building all day burst forth. I cried out and her fingers continued to rub my penis. My sticky white juice must have been soaking her hand, even as my penis began to shrink back. "Open your eyes," Mistress Rhiana told me. Again I did I was instructed. It was painfully obvious I was bewitched and at the mercy of this woman. There wasn't much mess. A little on her fingers and palm. Some on me. But where-? Maybe I hadn't cum as much as I thought. It sure felt good, but thank God I hadn't made an awful mess in front of her. "Now look," she told me. My penis, weary from being tucked into the panty-liners for days, shrunk back and back, nestling in it's sticky spot. It almost vanished there. "From now on I think you know what that is. I almost lost it in my hand. What is it?" she asked. "I don't know." "Kirsten, you have a clit," Mistress Rhiana told me. "Nice and small and womanly." two Thankfully the curtains were closed, But I was still stood before them both. Still naked. Ashamed and embarrassed by my body and the fact......well, she had spelled it out. I was small and womanly. I looked down. It was just a little clit. "Crap," Mistress Rhiana suddenly said. "I got some of your period on my blouse." I couldn't believe she started to unbutton it in front of me. Actually took it off. "I love teasing my girls," she said, happy to let me admire her breasts. Her bra. As my penis.....my clit, I corrected..... started to stir I wasn't sure what was arousing me more. Her bra, black, the cups full, was gorgeous. So soft and lacy. "Look at her clit," Miss Alexa said. It was trying, but exhausted from a few minutes ago, it was barely shifting. Miss Alexa laughed. Mistress Rhiana continued to let me stare. I realised it was because she didn't see me as a threat or a potential suitor. She just saw me as a woman. One of her girls. I wasn't even getting hard. "Nice little clit," she reminded me, knowing what I was thinking, as she put on a clean blouse. She opened a bottle of Prosecco and poured two glasses. They sipped from them, chatted about their day, and occasionally I became the focus of their conversation. "She's got potential," Miss Alexa said. "She is a good girl," Mistress Rhiana confirmed. "Oh, no. She's definitely on." I looked down. Pre-cum was dribbling from my.....from my clit. I was still having trouble accepting what they believed, especially now I had ejaculated. For a while, shame and conflict would own me, before I became theirs again. I didn't realise they were about to accelerate that delay. "Check the drawer over there, Kirsten," Mistress Rhiana told me. "There should be something to help you." I quickly wandered over, grateful my back was to them. At least they couldn't mock my clit now. Clit. How quickly and easily I was accepting what they said. Was that the game? Me playing along? Or was I believing them? I opened the drawer. My gasp was audible. It was full of the most sensual lingerie I had ever seen. It was beautiful. I could only imagine how much it cost. Was I supposed to choose something to wear? Was I being rewarded for being a good girl? I turned, looking hopefully at the captivating women. Mistress Rhiana's hand was on Miss Alexa's leg. "She hasn't seen them yet," Miss Alexa said. "Towards the back of the drawer. Maybe a little hidden. They're for you, just like they should have been when you were a little girl." I didn't understand. I reached back, dug a little, taking my time because the lingerie was so, so soft. Like nothing I had felt before until- My fingers touched a small box. I carefully withdrew it and- The box was trembling in my fingers. "Maybe she just had nobody to show her back then," Miss Alexa said. "Poor little girl had nobody to help her when she was young." I looked at the box of tampons in my hand.Cast back to my parents bedroom, searching for something to wear when I was a child and finding them. Keeping one and constantly wondering about the small, mysterious package. The wonders it must hold. My young, blossoming imagination driving me crazy. "She does now," Mistress Rhiana said carefully. "We're here to help you, Kirsten. We'll help you blossom from a girl into a woman." I opened the box. Slowly slid one of the tampons out. Could I actually wear one? Finally. After all these years. "How did you know?" I asked. "I told you earlier," Mistress Rhiana explained. "Your friend has told me all about you. And I read your survey. You were so honest and open. Brave. It gave me so much to think about. I know everything. This is going to be your best birthday ever, Kirsten. But for now, put a fresh panty-liner on and get dressed. The clothes you had on when we met, except for your sneakers. I want to see how you walk outside in your heels." "Outside?" I said. "But the city is busy." "The stores won't be open for long," she told me. "You have a skirt and a blouse with you. I think you need a pretty dress." Shopping again, I thought. I had done okay yesterday. This would be easy. But nothing could prepare me for what Mistress Rhiana had in mind for me. three Carrying my handbag, wearing my lingerie and heels, despite the rest of my clothes being male or because of that, I got my share of stares; but despite the humiliation it actually felt better than yesterday. I smiled when Mistress Rhiana complimented my small steps and feminine posture despite my male clothing. In the company of the two beautiful women I felt protected. But the feeling didn't last as I quickly realised anything goes. Our first stop was a quiet restaurant for a quick bite to eat. At the table I was instructed to place a tampon at my setting, in a glass. "But-" I began to protest. The idea just seemed ridiculous. Not even a woman would so blatantly show she was- "Kirsten, place the tampon in the glass," Mistress Rhiana said sternly. I did as I was told and it stuck up over the rim. Our waitress arrived and she introduced herself as Mary. Young and bouncy. Looking for tips her whole shift. She was cute in her uniform. She caught sight of the tampon but thankfully didn't say anything. "We'll take a small salad each," Mistress Rhiana said, ordering for both her and Miss Alexa. Mary turned to me. "I would like the-" I began. "Kirsten would like the soup of the day," Miss Alexa said. "Creamy mushroom," Mary informed us, managing to keep a straight face at my name. The curl of a smile as she looked at me, made eye contact and noticed my feminine styled eyebrows. "Sure," I said. "Creamier the better," Mistress Rhiana said, and took a small tub from her handbag. The mystery of where my cum had gone was solved. "No," I whispered. "Kirsten's on a special diet and needs her protein," Mistress Rhiana said, holding the tub out to Mary. "Could you have the chef add this to her soup?" I watched, almost in slow motion, as Mary took the tub. "Of course," Mary nodded. "Drinks?" I expected Mistress Rhiana or Miss Alexa to order me a girly cocktail, something embarrassing. I breathed a sigh of relief when my mistress......my mistress; I couldn't believe it.........ordered a pitcher of iced water. I smiled with relief. After Mary left, I looked across the table. "Mistress Rhiana, I can't-" I felt one of Miss Alexa's pointed heels dig sharply into my leg. I turned to her, stunned. "Etiquette," she told me. "In public it's just Rhiana and Alexa." I didn't have long before the waitress returned. "Okay. Sorry. But you can't expect me to eat my......I'm not eating it." "You keep forgetting I've read your survey," Mistress Rhiana told me again. "So?" "Between that and what your friend has told me I know you better than you know yourself. I've been doing this a long time, Kirsten. I've walked men though public parks on a leash, held the hands of sissies as they wept after I pegged them for the first time, trained men and women to serve me and my friends on a whim. Sometimes I've simply played dress-up with cross-dressers who needed a nudge to find themselves. And I've read in your survey about how you recently had your first taste, licking it from your fingers in front of your ex- girlfriend. Your own cum. Just like what I have given sweet, innocent Mary. Believe me when I tell you, you will eat every spoonful of extra creamy mushroom soup. And you'll enjoy it." Mary returned with our iced water, slices of lemon floating in it. She poured a glass for Mistress Rhiana and Miss Alexa, and then hesitated. I realised the pitcher was hovering near my glass. The one with the tampon in it. "Sir," Mary began, then spotted my handbag. "I mean, Miss? Could you move your tampon?" I was so red, speechless until the heel dug in my leg again. "Sorry," I began, taking the hygiene product from the glass. "I-I was going to change, but we got chatting." She poured water into my glass, lemon and ice spilling in. "Change?" Mary asked. Mistress Rhiana and Miss Alexa smiled, happy I was playing along with them, despite my protests. "Yes. You know?" "Not really," she said uncertainly. "Well, I-it's...." This was harder than I thought. Mistress Rhiana took Mary's hand. "Play along," she said quietly, "and Kirsten will tip you twice the bill." Mary smiled. Looked at me. "Let's try that last one again. Change?" I looked at the two seated women, not believing how easily they had converted the waitress to their team. I sipped at the water to wet my lips. Nice and fruity. "Yes. I'm on my period." "Well, I'll be back in a few minutes with your orders," she said, and I breathed a sigh of relief that she wasn't going to join them in my humiliation. "Meantime, if your flow gets heavy, the restrooms are just over there." four The first spoonful was the hardest. I slowly raised it to my lips, aware that Mistress Rhiana and Miss Alexa were watching closely. Dripping spoon trembling slightly in my hand, I noticed that Mary the waitress was watching from the bar, with a couple of colleagues. Had she told them? Did they all know what I was eating? I slipped the spoon in my mouth and quickly swallowed with a grimace. "How's your soup?" Mistress Rhiana asked. I had to swallow again and again to make the soup and.....the soup and the other stuff go down. I could hardly taste the cum; the strength of the soup overwhelming it. Just a hint of flavor. Enough to remind me of the time I had recently licked my fingers dry in front of Kelli, my ex-girlfriend. I devoured a second spoon. "It's pretty nice," I told the women truthfully. They exchanged a giggle as I went for a third spoon. "It's like you said," Miss Alexa said to Mistress Rhiana. "What's that?" I asked. "You've got a taste for it," Mistress Rhaina told me. "You're hungry for it." I didn't want to think about such a notion. But found my hands raising a forth spoonful of the thick soup to my lips. Mary approached. "How is everything?" "Good," Miss Alexa said. "Kirsten?" I nodded, halfway through the soup. "I almost forgot," Mary said, holding out Mistress Rhiana's tub. The wind was knocked from my sails. There was still cum inside. Probably about a third of what had been given over for the soup. "This was leftover. If she needs it for her diet, perhaps I should top the bowl up." I shook my head slowly. "Please. There's no need......I'm good." Mary looked confused. "That's okay," Mistress Rhaina assured her. I smiled. "It's not always good to dilute," she continued. "If you leave it I'll make sure she drains the tub clean after she's eaten her soup." I quickly swallowed more of the soup, hoping to please her as Mary left to watch from the bar again. "Look. I'm doing as you asked, Rhiana. Please don't make me eat it," I begged. She slid the tub towards me with a single, slender finger, her nail pristine. "It's a natural step. You had a hint the other day. This soup has diluted the flavor so you could eat more comfortably," she told me. The bowl was empty. Her voice was soft. Mesmerising. "Look at it. It's so nice. And you want it. Need it. I bet since that first taste you've been thinking about how you might get some more without being judged." I nodded slowly, my hand finding the tub, pulling it towards me. "At this table, there is no judgement," Mistress Rhiana told me. "Alexa and I understand how hard it can be for a certain type of girl to find herself. We've helped so many before you. Trust us now. Take your spoon and eat that tasty cum. Soon, perhaps, you'll be able to taste that of others. It will feel more natural then." I popped the lid off and dug in with my spoon. The cum hung off it, slowly dripping down. As I moved it to my mouth, my hand almost acting by itself, I began to question what I was doing. This is so wrong, I thought. All of this. But it felt so good, mentally and physically. I was a puppet on their strings and would do anything for them. The spoon was close to my lips. "I don't want to," I said weakly. "That's okay, Kirsten. That's society programming you and dictating what is acceptable and what is not. We'll break those barriers down together. This is a small step on your journey today. Don't you want to know what else I have planned for you? I want to help you become the woman you deserve to be." She was so kind, I thought. How could I disappoint her? I slurped the cum from the spoon and went for another load. I turned at a gasp. Mary had her hand to her mouth. A male colleague had turned away, repulsed. I hesitated. "Look at me," Mistress Rhiana said. I focussed on my mistress.....easier now. She was my mistress and I would do anything for her. "No judgement here. Alexa and I might amuse ourselves, but we will never judge." "Thank you, Rhiana," I said, and scooped the last of my cum from the tub. five It was a different shopping experience than the day before. We didn't depend on store colleagues and we only visited one, large department store. We browsed the dresses, Mistress Rhiana and Miss Alexa holding different ones up to my body. It didn't feel too bad after daring to change and come out of the fitting rooms yesterday with the help of Sandra. A few women stared, but we were left to ourselves. "This is the one," Mistress Rhiana said, holding it up to me. "See how it...." I started to blush as she made a show of describing how the dress looked and why it suited me. It was a light, unusual teal, with a fitted top. Miss Alexa suggested bigger boobs would help fill it out and show off my figure. "Please don't do that," I begged. They only laughed. The skirt flared out, A-line style, the hem embroidered with pretty lace. Nothing too much, but just enough to offer a final hint of leg. It was quite beautiful. "Okay," Mistress Rhiana said, "let's see how it looks." "No problem," I said, starting off towards the women's fitting room. "Where are you going?" she asked. "I thought you wanted to see how it looked," I told her. "You can come in and tell me if it's right for me." The two women exchanged a glance. I didn't know then, but I found out for sure when we got back to the hotel room, they had been clocking how many times I didn't use their names. I was disrespecting them, and didn't even realise it. Mistress Rhiana pointed to an escalator going up. "But that's the men's department," I said. "I can't try this on there." "Why not?" Mistress Rhiana challenged, as she took my hand, leading me up. "We know you are a woman. Some of the women we are encountering probably suspect you of being a sissy or cross-dresser because of your appearance......But look." She pointed to a mirrored panel as we ascended. I was obviously a man displaying hints of femininity. "Please. Let's just buy the dress and I'll model it for you back at the hotel," I suggested. I almost tripped in the heels as we reached the end of the escalator. "It's almost precious that she thinks she has a choice," Miss Alexa said. They led me towards the fitting room. There were men everywhere. Some had already noticed I was carrying a summer dress. "Please, I'll do anything," I begged. "Don't make me wear this here." We reached the rooms and were greeted by a man. "Just the one item?" he asked, handing me a tag. Then a little louder for others to hear: "You can try your dress on in cubicle seventeen." A couple of men looked; a few waiting wifes or girlfriends sniggered. "But you wanted to see it," I said to the women who were controlling me. "Can they come in?" The man looked at me, almost aghast at the idea. "Sir.......Miss, we can't have women wandering in the men's fitting room." "You'll just have to come out here," Mistress Rhiana told me. A couple of the women watching nudged each other. I scanned the large sales floor in front of me. There were men everywhere, and all would see I no longer belonged here. six The cubicle was at the far end. I got a couple of looks because of my heels as I reached it. I would have to walk this long, narrow gauntlet again when I was wearing the dress, curtains pulling open at any second as men, real men, emerged with their male clothes. I closed the curtain and undressed to my lingerie. It was so different than the women's fitting rooms. They were more communal with a large full mirrored space to talk and compare looks. Here, I was trapped in a tiny room with a small mirror. I took my time putting the dress on, enjoying the feel of the material, the fit, the flow of the skirt. I was in no hurry to go out, but, finally, I slowly pulled the curtain back. It seemed all clear. I started to walk down the narrow aisle, ready to run back if a curtain pulled open. I was so cautious about that, I didn't even notice a man enter carrying a pair of trousers. He stopped and stared. I saw him as I was nearing the exit of the fitting rooms, beginning to hear the music and buzz of the sales floor. "Nice dress," he stammered, and allowed me by. "Ladies first." I peeked out. The man working the fitting room spotted me. "It's about as clear as it's going to get," he said. "Come on out and let's see you." I stepped out. A few people lingering as they waited for their companions. They all stared at me, open-mouthed. I spotted Mistress Rhiana near the shirts with Miss Alexa. I tried to catch their eye. "They said to head over when you came out," the fitting attendant told me. I took a deep breath and started to walk to them. With each step I was aware of more and more men, the occasional female companion, watching, laughing, pointing. I kept my head down. This was so different than with Sandra. I wanted to belong in the women's fitting room. Here, I was a stranger; someone to be mocked. Mistress Rhiana looked up. "Don't worry about them. Look at me." I didn't dare raise my head. "Kirsten, look up," Miss Alexa said softly. I slowly did as I was told. "It looks stunning on you," Mistress Rhiana said. "So good in fact, I think you'll wear it out." "Mistress Rhiana-" The sudden, intense stare burned through me and I realised my mistake. "Nobody heard," I said. "Please, I'm new at this and-" "Get your clothes and meet us at the check-out. Now," she said sternly. I hurried off, eyes back on the ground. To the fitting rooms and back to the check-out. Men everywhere were staring at me. A few jeered and made lewd comments. I didn't belong here and had to get out. The sales clerk couldn't help but laugh as he processed the sale. He offered a bag for my other clothes. Mistress Rhiana shook her head. "She'll be leaving them here." "But-" I began. "You can see what a woman she is. Just give them to charity or dispose of them. She has no need for them now." She was definitely pissed at me for my verbal slip. "No problems. Your email address, Miss?" the clerk asked. I didn't hear him, in shock that I was about to lose my clothes. Mistress Rhiana leaned towards me and whispered: "Use your new work email." I looked at the man, tried to stop the words coming out, but: "kirstensmaidservices......all lower [email protected]." "Thank you," the man said. "That'll just be for your e-receipt." "But you're more than welcome to reach out to her about what she can offer you," Miss Alexa told him. "She offers a full service." "Alexa, please....." but faded off as I realised the middle-aged man was actually surveying me up and down. "A full service?" he asked. "Domestic and personal," Miss Alexa elaborated. He picked up a pen, making a note of my maid email address. "My wife and I may take you up on that. What's your schedule like at the moment?" "I-I-" I was speechless. Bright red and stammering. "She's very quiet," Mistress Rhiana told him. "She's looking forward to any enquiries, but nothing as yet. Why don't you check now?" Miss Alexa passed me my cell and I opened the account. Nothing. "She's just starting up," Mistress Rhiana said, "and as you can imagine, even just domestic, it's quite a unique and novel service. I'm sure some men and women will come forward soon." He charged my card and returned it. I placed the card in my purse; the purse in my handbag. "Well, it was certainly good to meet you, Miss-" "Kirsten," I told him. A little giggle. "Maid Kirsten." I offered him a little curtsey as we left, hoping to get back into Mistress Rhiana's and Miss Alexa's good books. seven The walk back to the hotel wasn't so bad. It was a bustling city so people had their own priorities. More than a few decided to make theirs to heckle at me, bringing brief attention. But Mistress Rhiana and Miss Alexa walked on either side and made sure nobody could actually get near me. Despite their games, I felt safe. The whole experience had been thrilling. When we entered the hotel I thought we would return to their room, but I was led to the bar --- the same stool I had been perched on when I had first been directed here by Flo. "Now," Mistress Rhiana began, "you will cross your legs and start behaving in a more feminine manner. I've noticed because you were not fully dressed as a woman you had a tendency to slip between behaving like a man and a woman. You are to behave in a feminine way from now forward, whether dressed as a man or a woman. That means-" I crossed my legs above my knee. "Look, Rhiana. I've done it. You don't have to-" "That means," she asserted, "knees together at all times. Crossing the legs means the knees stay together and crossed as close to the knees as possible. No ankle on knee. Ever. Entering a car means sitting and then twisting both legs, knees together, into the car. Knees always together. That's just basic deportment. I noted how you stood.....Disappointingly, like a man a lot of the time. From now on you will stand in a model pose; left foot at a 45 degree angle from the front, right foot perpendicular to that with the heel at the instep. No one would mistake that as anything but feminine." "I just like dressing-" I began to protest, not realising that she was planting seeds that would soon grow and fascinate me. "When eating and drinking you will always take small bites and sips. Delicately. You'll talk softly. When you pee-" "I get it," I said. "When I pee I'll have to sit down. I already do when I'm dressed." "And so you shall even when presenting as a male. All of this." "Rhiana, I-" The bartender arrived. "You girls were in earlier." I smiled as Mistress Rhiana nudged me. "Going back to the beach?" he asked. "Three please," I said. He headed off to make the drinks. "He remembers you," Miss Alexa said, excited. "Who could forget me?" I asked, considering my appearance both earlier and now. "Maybe he likes you," Mistress Rhiana suggested. "Don't..." I blushed.......But then found myself watching him make the drinks. He was handsome, quite the hunk. Looked after himself, but not preening. "I guess...." "Kirsten's crushing big time," Miss Alexa laughed. "Let's stay awhile," Mistress Rhiana said. "You can practice all I've told you. Maybe even flirt a little." After an hour or so, a few drinks in me, I started to relax and think and behave like a woman. Even though I was still obviously a man, my hair and plain face giving me away even as the lights dimmed in the evening hours. "That's good," Mistress Rhiana told me, and I must admit, I was a little disappointed when she said we had to return to her room. eight "Now then. Take off the dress, put on a fresh panty-liner, unless......" Mistress Rhiana removed a tampon from the box I had found in her lingerie. I shook my head, looking away. "You can't keep putting it off forever," Miss Alexa said. "It's a part of being a woman." "Not yet," I said, thinking about how long I had wanted to wear one, since I was a child, and here were two women willing to help me, and then corrected myself. "No." "Okay, a fresh panty-liner, and then that pretty skirt and blouse you brought with you. Let's see how you look in that." I looked around, took a step for the bedroom. "No, no," Mistress Rhiana chided, wagging her finger. "Here's fine. In front of us." I did as I was told. It was easier to undress this time in front of them having spent so much time in their company, knowing that this was simply an adult game we were all consenting to play. Then I put the floral pattern skirt on and my new blouse from yesterday. "Did you choose that outfit yourself?" Mistress Rhiana asked. I nodded. "With a little help." "It really does suit you," Miss Alexa complimented me. "It works really well." A sudden, loud knock at the door. I almost jumped. "Who's going to answer the door?" Mistress Rhiana mused. Please don't pick me, I thought. It could be anybody out there. Please not me. Like there would be any other choice. I imagined opening the door, not knowing who it was. Remembered when I was last at Kelli's and she had played a similar trick when Andrea, poor Andrea, had arrived to watch me work as a maid. "Kirsten-" Miss Rhiana began, and I sighed. "Pop on into the bathroom. Let's see how you do your make-up. I'm thinking something sexy. Party girl. A real 'come here and fuck me dizzy' look." "I normally wear neutral-" Another impatient knock. "Just get in there. You'll find everything you need." I hurried into the bathroom and closed the door, tried to listen, but it was quite quiet. I thought I heard a trolley being wheeled in and breathed a sigh of relief. It was just room service. I started on my make-up. The makes and products that were laid out before me were incredibly expensive. As I worked on my face my fingers were trembling and I had to start some aspects over more than once. But, after half an hour, I was finished. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Chris was almost gone. Only my hair gave me away. I looked so pretty. Scratch that. Hot and sexy. Dark eyes and glossy, pink lips. I looked and felt so good. My hair, though. There had to be something. I searched around, finally found an Alice band, a bow on the side. It had to do, I thought, pulling my hair back and fixing it in place. I stepped out of the bathroom. The room was empty. I could hear Mistress Rhiana and Miss Alexa talking in the bedroom. I opened the door. Miss Alexa looked up and gasped. "You look crazy hot." "Thank you," I said softly. "Hungry?" Mistress Rhiana asked. "I thought we should eat before we send you home." My heart sank a little. Despite all I had been put through, it had been an amazing afternoon and evening and I didn't want it to end. "Starving," I said and walked towards the trolley they were standing near. They looked at each other, and giggled. "No, no," Mistress Rhiana said. "This is for us. Yours is over there." I turned and- Stopped dead in my tracks. nine The cute waiter from earlier in the day. His uniform gone now. Everything gone. He was wearing nothing but a smile and a massive hard-on. I looked at him. "Hello, Gorgeous," he said, touching his cock. I had to look, watched him tap it lightly and it bucked up. It was enormous. "I can't-" "Don't worry. I know it's your first time. I'll help you through it." "Go on," Miss Alexa encouraged. "I don't know what-" "Your friend told me everything, Kirsten. Showed me the pictures of you working your dildo. You know exactly what to do." I took a step towards him. My body started to tremble, but I dropped to my knees before him to stop it. The cock was inches from my face. I reached up with my fingers. Touching it. Running my hand around it. Unbelievably, the penis got even bigger. I withdrew slightly, and then heard Mistress Rhiana reading from the survey I had completed for Flo: "The circumstances would have to be absolutely perfect. The environment one of trust that couldn't be broken. I'd need to be in the company of other women. I couldn't do it alone. Yes. I've thought about stroking and tasting.........Stroking.......Stroking......" My hand reached up again, this time wrapping around that thick shaft, moving slowly up and down. I let my beautiful nails run up and down his hard dick. The waiter moaned slightly, pressing back against the wall. "You're safe here," somebody said. Miss Alexa, I think, but I was lost, dreamily staring at the erect, hard cock before me. I could hear Mistress Rhiana: "Stroking......Stroking......." My hand continued, slowly teasing him. "Stroking and kissing........Kissing.......Kissing......." I held him and leaned forward, my lips finding his tip, my tongue running over him. All over him. From the tip to the balls and back and around and then my mouth........ I took him in for the first time, my saliva mixing with his pre-cum. God, it felt so natural, and I even lost the sound of Mistress Rhiana as I worked him up and down, my jaw wide as I allowed him deeper and deeper into me. My tongue continued to wrap around him, even inside my mouth, and I found his balls with my hand, cupped them gently. With my other hand I massaged the bottom of his shaft. I slid him out of me, breathing deeply, then took him again, this time wrapping my lips on him and moving him in and out of my mouth. As my hand worked, I also moved my head so it became unpredictable how much of the penis would be in my mouth. "Jesus......" the waiter groaned, hand slapping onto the wall. His other hand grabbed my head and pushed me towards him as he first began to cum. Not hitting orgasm yet, but there was that warm flavor. Salty. Sweaty. God, I needed it. He pushed my head closer, but he didn't need to. I devoured him. Tried to deep throat him, even though it was my first time. Didn't quite get there, relented and tried again. Still missed, but this time the dam burst. Hot cum gushed down my throat. I gagged, swallowing as much as I could, longing to keep him in but pulling him out for a second, needing to breathe. Cum splurged onto my face as I went back onto him, swallowing more and more. It felt like ages before my mouth released him, and even then, I wanted to keep him there. So I pulled it back in, even though it was becoming softer. "Don't go, Baby," I whispered. "Not yet. Stay for me." I played with him for a few minutes and when I finally released his cock I stared at it. Went to lick it, cradle it. I wiped cum from my face with my fingers and licked them clean. The waiter had the biggest smile on his face. I had done good, still swallowing his tasty juices. nine Minutes later, the waiter was gone. "I didn't even know his name," I said. "Sometimes, when you're a slut, that's how it can be," Mistress Rhiana said. "You'll get used to it." What did that mean? I wondered. "Now then, a couple more presents for your birthday-" You mean there was more, after this, I thought, drained. "-and then I'd like some time with my beautiful Miss Alexa." I looked around. Couldn't see any gift boxes. Mistress Rhiana put on a white glove, the kind used in a hospital. "What's that for?" I worried. "I just need some lubricant," she said and asked me to lower my panties. I did as I was told. Jesus, what a mess. In the heat and excitment I hadn't even realised what had happened. I'd cum all over myself. "You and your flow, Kirsten, but never mind." She scooped some of my cum out with her fingers and told me to bend over. "What? Why?" "We know you want to try a tampon. It will go in much easier this way." "No, I-not now. This is terrible. I shouldn't-" "You don't think I've seen this immediate shame and embarrassment and guilt before. Let's just get by it and pretend an hour or so has gone by. I don't want you to regret not trying," she said softly. "Do I have to?" I asked, knowing the answer and ready to accept it. "Yes," she told me. "You've waited your whole life." I dropped to all fours, raised my butt up. Her fingers were gentle, probing, opening. I felt her massaging me. I pushed against her, enjoying the unfamiliar sensation as she went deeper inside........Trying not to think about those fingers, filling me with my own cum that was dribbling down my butt cheeks and then- I froze, sensed the tampon being pushed into me. "Please don't," I cried out, but it was too late, and my butt clenched onto the unfamiliar presence. "Don't pull your panties up yet," Mistress Rhiana told me. "I want to talk a minute. In a week or so you'll see me again." "I will?" I asked, surprised. "Only for an hour. Maybe two. Your friend has said you can't afford another session. But I might be able to help you with that." "What do you mean?" I asked. "You'll find out soon enough. For now, you've had a big day. Your friend has decided that as well as having your period you are to experience your fertile time. Ovulation." "That's crazy," I said. "How in the name of Jupiter's butthole is that going to work?" "Your friend has decided you should have a full cycle. So, as well as enjoying......enduring your period....I'll be teaching you to wear a butt plug." "No way," I said, fidgeting at the cum dribbling out of me. That exchanged look again. That I was dis-respecting them. "Please, Mistress Rhiana. Don't do that." She considered me. "You won't be a woman until you use your pussy correctly. So, you'll learn to wear a butt plug for a few days or so" She let the words sink in. "If I have to," I said quietly. "Will it hurt?" "Maybe at first. But you'll get used to it. During your peak time Miss Alexa and I will enjoy pegging you." I thought about images I had seen on her website. Submissive men taking a strap-on dildo deeper and deeper. "That will hurt," she told me, "that's why I want you to start with the butt plugs. Stretch you out a little. But you'll come to love our time together. Whenever we play we'll always get you ready with some fun, humiliating games. That plus what I have in mind for those gorgeous, beautiful lips. You were astounding, Kirsten. Absolutely first rate. I have a few special girls and you are definitely one of them." I timidly nodded. Managed a small smile. "May I put my panties back on now?" I asked. "I have one last thing for you. This is a punishment for all the times you have not addressed Miss Alexa and myself properly today, including just now. I am sorry, but it's a valuable lesson you'll learn." "Wait. I'm sorry. I-" She held up her hand. "Miss Alexa, can you get Kirsten the postcode of the nearest hospital?" "Certainly," she said, accessing the internet on her cell. "Hospital?" I said, flinching as she reached to me. "Please, don't hurt me." Her fingers entered my butt.......my pussy......again. I gasped as she adjusted the tampon. "Oooops," she said, removing her glove. I looked at her, hands in mock shock on her cheeks. "What's wrong?" I asked. "If you're careful, anybody can wear and remove a tampon. But if that string gets lost-" "No," I complained. "What have you done?" "If that string gets lost deep inside, the only way you'll get the tampon out is by visiting the ER. Alexa?" She handed me a post-it. "About ten miles away," Miss Alexa said. "It might be a little uncomfortable when you're driving so be careful, but you'll get used to it. Obviously you're going to have to explain to the nurse why you'd even be wearing feminine hygiene products." "Please, help get it out," I cried. "Come with me. Tell them it was just a sexy game gone wrong." Mistress Rhiana smiled, and told me to pull my panties up, alongwith the sodden panty-liner. "Can I at least change? You must have some trousers I can use. And the panty-liner? Please?" "A girl like you shouldn't be hiding her gorgeous, smooth legs and, well, that drenched panty-liner will just show the nurse that you're serious about your period and that the tampon isn't a game." I meekly gathered my bag and purse. How could the night be ending like this. It wasn't even ending. How could I face a stranger and tell them I had a tampon.......? "Please," I managed one last time. "Good luck, Kirsten," Mistress Rhiana told me at the door. "We'll see you again soon."